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lomo - chasin' lyrics

— hook —

my heart’s fire grows as my desire rises higher
past raps have inspired me prior to my start to wire
my entire body to my pen, hoping to acquire
greatness, like everyone i admire, so i require
only the best f-cking rhymes so i can impress all the time
so i can’t invest my grind on anything except my rhymes
i have been picked on, sh-t on, cause i couldn’t depict braun
then these rappers script sp-wned an angry kid who afflicts strong
cause rap f-ckin’ spoke to me, this pad, my angers encrypt on
the bullies fueled me to hit bongs i have gotten ripped on
so many times that is how i have been dealing with pain
getting high, cause when i’m not, i am feeling insane
ah!
so when i start to rap, my pen takes in all this emotion
to make not a simple notion, i have way more devotion
so don’t think i’m jokin’ with any words i have spoken

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i’m chasin’ my destiny by makin’ a recipe
to put the fakin’ celebrities back on seventy
street, replacin’ the exstasy feeling, tasting jealousy
i’m achin’ mentally, pacin’ steadily, steakin’ zealousy
takin’ lots of risks but no one takin’ the best of me
my pen hits the pad and only ambition towards my mission
is given, no more wishin’ for kids to listen to my vision
my volition is gettin’ to the top, i don’t need permission
f-ck anyone who’s addition to my career is attrition
no compet-tion can reposition my proposition
to keep grindin’ never mindin’ nothin’, until i’m findin’
lights shinin’ so bright it’s blindin’ as i’m singin’ and rhymin’
with perfect timin’ no more fear about my income state
no more feeling in a cage cause of minimum wage
no more livin’ sh-tty, gettin’ p-ssy when given pity
cause i’ll be spittin’ pretty, but pretendin’ is smitten, really

— hook —

i hear the beat in my brain and just go f-ckin’ insane
writin’ night and day and not seein’ gain, can i attain
any sort of reign in this rap game? there’s drugs in my vein
i can’t deal with the pain, i pour my heart out and it goes down the drain
i’ve had enough of this bullsh-t, puttin’ a gun to my head
will this led be able to dead the sh-t my consious has said?
go to my bed, lay down, get up again, but i can’t embed
any peace in my mind, is my dream tearing me from inside?
i spend all my time on my grind but still feel five strides behind
i can’t take this sh-t no more, like i’m f-ckin’ constipated
i’m a get up and start facin’ any f-cker who hated
or made me agitated, and start makin’ rhymes created
to get payback on them, so f-ck the riches, f-ck the b-tches
they vicious to the ambitious part of me, they only missin’
never hittin’ when they make hopeless tries to take my focus
but i can’t be broken, so ’til i’m noticed, i’m makin’ opus

- lomo lyrics

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